William Shakespeare

He who the sword of heaven will bear
Should be as holy as severe;
Pattern in himself read more

He who the sword of heaven will bear
Should be as holy as severe;
Pattern in himself to know,
Grace to stand, and virtue go;
More nor less to others paying
Than by self-offenses weighing.
Shame to him whose cruel striking
Kills for faults of his own liking.

There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind:
So flewed, so sanded, and their heads are hung
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My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind:
So flewed, so sanded, and their heads are hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-kneed, and dewlapped like Thessalian bulls;
Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells,
Each under each.

We never valued this poor seat of England,
And therefore, living hence, did give ourself
To barbarous read more

We never valued this poor seat of England,
And therefore, living hence, did give ourself
To barbarous license; as 'tis ever common
That men are merriest when they are from home.

They say we are Almost as like as eggs. -The Winter's Tale. Act i. Sc. 2.

They say we are Almost as like as eggs. -The Winter's Tale. Act i. Sc. 2.